Went to temple for the first time in a while (You know, the Jewish one) This place kinda creeps me out But I sat there and forced a smile And then I saw a rabbi who looked rather familiar to me Then it hits, he's the one who took too much off the top when I was a baby So I scream Give me back my foreskin (please give it back to me) Do you keep it on your mantle like some sick, demented trophy? Give me back my foreskin Do you keep it on your shelf? If you won't cough it up, I'll find it myself Come on, give it back I was using that I was told politely to sit down (sir, am I gonna have to call security?) Felt embarrassed 'cause it's apparent the room thinks I'm a clown But then I remembered all the wasted weekends spent at Sunday school Getting scared by learning prayers that only my grandma thought were cool So while you're at it Give me back my childhood Do you keep it on your bracelet like some freaky family heirloom? Give me back my foreskin I know it's somewhere here around If you don't have it I'll put posters up around town Give it back to me, give it back to me Give it back to me, give it back to me I'm not someone to hold a grudge I'm not someone who asks for much I'm not someone to hold a grudge I'm not someone who asks for much